A/N: Smut because I'm bored. Takes place almost right after the last chapter.
"Wanna share a cab?" He said as they exited the bar.
She turned to look at him and then she rolled her eyes. "Ass."
Both of them knew full well that he was going home with her. She had even asked Lucy to take Noah for the night.
They had been sneaking around too much lately. Too many times of him showing up at her door late at night for a quick and quiet fuck.
It wasn't lack of sex per se. It was a lack of skin on skin and loud moans. Not having to worry about getting caught, not having to rush out the door right after.
Their little session in the restroom had merely been a bit of foreplay and Olivia was ready to combust from the need that seeped through her veins.
The fifteen minute cab ride was going to be hell.
And Elliot didn't plan on making it any easier.
With her jacket neatly folded in her lap, he could easily slip a hand under there to make it look like he was just innocently touching her leg.
And that's exactly what he did.
She inhaled sharply through her nose when he placed his hand just high enough to almost, just almost, touch her inner thigh.
For a while his hand did nothing. But then he grabbed her there, hard enough for her to have to stifle a whimper. He knew by now that the woman sitting next to him liked when it hurt. Not too much, but enough to make her wince just a little.
He got the reaction he wanted when she closed her eyes and spread her legs for him.
He would never get tired of the way her body seemed to scream "take me", at every opportunity.
Casually looking out the window now, he slowly moved his hand higher until he was cupping her. He could feel the heat radiate from her, and he wondered just how wet she was under her clothes.
He desperately wanted to ask but knew that he couldn't.
She shifted slightly in her seat and he could feel how the muscles in her thighs contracted because of his touch.
I need to come, El.
Without warning he increased the pressure and moved his hand in a small circle against her. He noticed how she was breathing heavily through her nose and it made him even harder than he already was.
He knew that she was getting close when she started to subtly move her hips against him. And then she opened her mouth, a sure sign that her release was imminent.
It wasn't lost on either of them that they were in the back of a cab, and that his hand under her jacket and her quick breaths could easily give it all away. But right now she didn't seem to care and so neither did he.
Suddenly her hand came out to grab the edge of the seat. He looked down and saw how her knuckles whitened from the tight grip.
He couldn't help himself.
He leaned in and whispered in her ear: "I wanna hear you scream while I come inside of you."
She pursed her lips and nodded frantically all while her climax washed through her.
He loved how her thighs clenched around his hand, practically trapping him there, as her body shivered just a little.
"We're here." He said, somehow managing to sound completely unaffected by what he just did.
She opened her eyes then, blinked a few times, and then casually reached inside her purse before handing the cab driver a 20, like nothing had happened. Queen of composure.
It turned him on even more.
She was just about to turn around the key when he spun her around and pinned her to the door, desperate to feel her tongue in his mouth.
A second later he got his wish when her tongue brushed against his. He groaned against her.
Somehow, whit her mouth still on his, she managed to turn the key around and open the door behind them.
They stumbled inside and he barely had the chance to shut the door before she was undressing him.
"Fuck, Liv."
"That's the plan."
In the blink of an eye he was down to his boxers and somehow, except for her blazer, she was still fully dressed.
"Liv..."
"Yeah?" She breathed out against his mouth.
"Shit... I need..."
"Sit down."
His brain was foggy with need and she was running the show now. No doubt about it.
Suddenly he was sitting on the couch and she was leaning over him. Kissing his mouth, his neck, his chest, his stomach. And then she was on her knees in front of him.
"Christ..."
"Say it, El." She said, her voice playful and yet bossy, before she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers.
"What?"
"Tell me to do it."
She was so complex this woman in front of him. For so many years he thought that he knew her better than anyone. How wrong he had been. Olivia loved being in control, she could demand any room she walked into. She believed in principles and moral and integrity.
And yet, here she was. Giving her control away freely and willingly. Asking him to take it.
"Do it."
"Use your words, El." She snickered while giving his boxers a tug.
"Take me in your mouth, Liv."
He could see how her eyes darkened as he lifted his hips, giving her room to pull his boxers down.
And then her mouth was on him. Around him.
He watched as she moved her tongue diligently against the head of his hard cock and it made his mind spin.
"Fuck..."
Just when he thought he couldn't get any harder, she moved the hand that was currently gripping him. At first he didn't know what she was doing, but then he heard her moan around him.
She was touching herself with her mouth still on him.
And then she lifted her hand again and jesus fucking christ, she was grabbing him with her hand, her very wet hand, coating his cock.
"Liv..." He groaned as he threw is head back.
It was too much, too fucking much.
Slowly she started to move her head, taking him deeper and deeper.
She fumbled around for a second before finding and grabbing his hand, placing it on her head.
Fuck my mouth, El.
Too fucking much.
He grabbed her hair, but he knew that he couldn't push down, because he was about to implode just from thinking about it.
"Liv... Shit... I need, ugh, I need to fuck you."
She stopped momentarily, like she was contemplating her choices. And then she released her hold on him.
She sat back on her heels and looked up at him with a wicked smiled on her face. "Then do it."
He knew exactly what she was doing. She was testing him, forcing him to confront the sides of him that only she knew existed.
Come on, El. I know you want to.
Neither of them quite knew how they ended up by the kitchen counter, but that didn't really matter, because he was pulling and tugging at her clothes now.
He wanted, no needed, her naked. He was tired of only getting parts of her when he needed everything.
"Bed." He said against her ear when finally, finally, all of her clothes laid scattered across the floor.
"Fuck." She whimpered when he positioned himself between her legs. "Now, El."
And then he was finally buried inside of her.
He grabbed the back of her thighs and slammed into her mercilessly. He loved the way her mouth fell open, and how she gasped and moaned with every thrust.
"Harder." She managed to breathe out.
"Let me hear you, Liv." He said as he moved one hand from her thigh to her clit.
Her eyes rolled back in her head then. And even in the dark he could see that she was smiling. She was smiling and crying out from the pleasure at the same time and he was pretty sure it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
His rhythm was becoming frantic and uneven, and so were her moans.
But she wasn't done.
She gave him a little push, and in the middle of the euphoric sensation he was confused until he realized she was turning around on her stomach.
"Fuck me." She was panting as she grabbed the pillow under her head, bracing herself.
He pushed into her again and she sobbed into the soft material.
He didn't want that, he wanted to hear her. Completely and entirely uncensored.
He grabbed her hair and lifted her head up. The sounds leaving her now a mix of winces and whimpers.
"Come for me, Liv." He grunted over her.
A few seconds later she gasped while pushing her hips back and against him, making him go deeper than he had ever been.
And then he came inside of her as she cried out his name.
It was followed by a breathless and barely audible "I love you."